逐夏

CS 27

Old Xu was rummaging through the speeches of the previous session for her reference.

Taking advantage of Lao Xu not paying attention, Lin Zhexia whispered back to him: "You just secretly laughed at me."

"I'm pretty aboveboard."

"..."

Lin Zhexia deleted the word "secretly" and accused again: "You laughed at me."

The man behind said: "Well, I laughed at you."

"..."

"You laugh at me, it's not too much for me to pinch you."

After chatting with him for a few words, Lin Zhexia became even angrier, "I didn't pinch it just now, after you get out, don't leave, let me pinch it again."

Chi Yao's voice paused slightly.

"You think I look..."

"?"

He went on to say, "Does it look like your brain is flooded?"

He certainly doesn't look like it.

So when Lin Zhexia left the office with a stack of speech scripts that had won prizes in previous speech contests, Chi Yao left early.

After returning to work, Lin Zhexia brought Tang Shuxuan's share to her, and relayed the request that Lao Xu had just told her.

Unexpectedly, Tang Shuxuan said calmly, "Yes, I see."

Lin Zhexia: "Aren't you nervous?"

"Why are you nervous?" Tang Shuxuan asked.

"Speech, and Old Xu said that more than a thousand people from the teachers and students of the school will be selected as audiences, more than a thousand."

To her surprise, Tang Shuxuan tidied her hair shyly: "If I can get the senior seniors to notice me on stage this time, let alone more than a thousand, I'm not afraid of even the auditorium of ten thousand people."

"..."

She almost forgot that since she failed to get Chi Yao's contact information, Tang Shuxuan had shifted her target to a certain senior.

Although it took a year, no progress was made.

It was she who underestimated the world of Huaichun girls.

In the next half day of class, Lin Zhexia didn't listen well.

The speech contest weighed heavily on her heart like a big rock.

In the evening, Lin Zhexia sat at the desk, worrying about a piece of paper titled "The 10th Speech Contest of Cheng'an No. 2 Middle School".

The piece of paper was almost crumpled after she checked it over and over again.

At this time, Lin He knocked on the door and said softly, "I'm coming in."

It was too late to collect the paper on the table, Lin He saw the competition paper on the table at a glance when he came in.

"Speech contest," Lin He said, "Do you want to participate?"

Lin Zhexia said a little anxiously: "Well, our teacher asked me to participate."

Her own child knows it best, and Lin He is also a little worried: "It's a good thing to participate in the competition, but with your personality, you usually speak eloquently to people you know at home, and sometimes you can't even speak when you go out. Can you compete on stage?"

"..."

Lin He knew her well.

She probably won't do well.